Page 38 of Unruly

Catherine peered up at her parents. “Thanks for keeping secrets, I guess.”

The two laughed between one another.

“Secrets worth keeping,” Dante replied easily. “Cross took an early plane to get here yesterday evening. Cece and I took a private charter jet during red-eye time, so we would be here this morning. I made sure she got lots of sleep, though.”

“Thanks, Daddy.”

Dante waved it off. “Anything for you, Catty. Cross had the details down. Our part was easy.”

“Hi, Ma,” Cece mumbled into Catherine’s hair. “I rides the plane. I did.”

“Hey, baby,” Catherine whispered. “You sure did.”

“Misses my ma, Ma.”

“I missed you, too, Cece.”

Cece pulled back with a bright smile, and looked more like Catherine with every passing second. “You rides the plane home?”

Catherine nodded, tucking their daughter’s tiny hands inside hers. “I sure am.”

“And Daddy?”

“Daddy, too,” Catherine promised.

“And baby brudder?”

Cross tried to hold back the snort of laughter that bubbled up in his chest, and failed miserably. Both Dante and Catrina had to look away to keep from smirking. Catherine simply tossed him a dirty look over her shoulder.

He shrugged.

What the fuck else could he do?

At least he had warned her ahead of time. She had to give him that credit. It was due.

“We’ll talk about that after,” Catherine said, going back to their daughter.

Unlike with Cross, when her mother said something, Cece was satisfied.

“Okays, Ma.”

Catherine tucked a few stray strands that had fallen from Cece’s ponytail behind her ears. “Now, it’s time to eat. What do you want for breakfast, baby girl?”

“Wassels. Grandpapa Dante says wassels.”

“Waffles.”

Cece gave her mother a look, and cocked one tiny little baby eyebrow. “That’s what I says. Wassels, Ma.”

“Cece—”

“That’s what I says.”

Oh, yes.

His princess listened far better to her mother.

Her attitude was still all him, though.